|Me:||I'm not good at long distance relationships.|
|Me:||I'm not even good at short distance ones either.|
I went to my friends house the other day and I met her older brother who was home from college. Omq I almost had a heart attack.
Our love is as simple as playing rock, paper, scissors- with three people.
I feel like so many problems in the world could be solved with just clearer communication. But we all have Broca’s aphasia too.
You’re barely in Illinois for 15 minutes and you’ve already recommended me to think twice about my college decision. You are not paying for it. Mom is. You are supposed to supporting me. You’re not. So let me be. I’m already regretting my decision as it is. And the irony of it all is the more you hate on PLNU, the more confident I feel on wanting to go there. You’re negativity makes me want to work harder than I ever have before.
I never knew I would grow this attached. I don’t want to lose anyone. The thought of leaving used to thrill me but now I can’t even bare to think about it. It sucks the breathing life out of me.